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Cappuccino, Right?

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The reader can’t muster up the courage to talk to the cute barista until she has a really bad day. Technically, he talks to her first, and just when she needs him the most.

Pairing: Barista!Sami Zayne x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: fluff, terrible bosses

Word Count: ~980

Note: I thought I’d try my hand at Sami Zayne. Please let me know how I did with comments, likes, and reblogs! My tag lists are open if you like my work, and so are my requests if there’s a fic/smut-less character out there you would like to read. Please enjoy!

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It was a pleasant little coffee shop; the “Espresso Express” was equipped with anything a busy business person could wish for in the morning. It had a small display of pastries, its own roasting machine in the back, and a plethora of espresso machines. The most common delight of patrons was the slightly curved bar that ran most of the length of the shop. The standing bar made service extra quick and fun due to its closeness to the coffee action.

As for you, the main attraction was a certain barista with bright red hair and a smile brighter than the sun.

His deft hands had small cups and plates in front of patrons with a flip. Espresso was measured and served with the timing of a master. And empty cups were left on the counter no longer than ten seconds. At the same time, you had almost seen him tip a tray of drinks with the same hands if he was telling a quick story. They seemed to flip about on their own, making you giggle as one of his fellow baristas ducked to avoid a concussion.

If you were braver, you would talk to him. Unfortunately, you had no such courage. Or luck. You had mustered up the strength to talk to him once with the help of your friends one Friday morning but he had completely missed you. His eyes glanced right over you to the spillage further down the bar and he rushed to it. Instead, you were served by the dark-haired barista; handsome too, but intense and always fawned over by the college women between classes.

It took you another whole month to find that strength again.

“What can I get for you today?”

“A cap… a cappuccino. Please.”

“Coming right up.”

And that was it. You paid by the pastry display to the other barista and left quickly. But at least it was a start, right?

Then disaster struck.

You should have sucked it up and asked your roommate for a ride. Called a taxi. Or put off the presentation for next week. Instead, you left the apartment without checking the weather and carried your presentation notes in a simple non-water-proof manila folder. Between the two blocks between your apartment building and the coffee shop, with two more to your office, you went from enjoying the sunniest day in history to arriving soaked and distraught.

The folder landed with a loud plop on the back corner table. It soon spread its puddle outwards till it was dripping on the floor. Your equally wet scarf did nothing to help the mess. With your head resting on your hands you didn’t notice you had a visitor. Your shoulders tensed as his voice cut through your personal thundercloud.

“What can I get for you today?”

You peaked through your fingers into his bright blue eyes, all the brighter framed in his red curls.

“A puddle to swallow me,” you muttered under your breath.

He chuckled. “If you don’t mind me saying so… it seems the puddle already spit you back out.” He nodded towards your folder. “Is there anything I can do to help with that?

“Not really unless you’ve got a hairdryer in the back.” You let your head sink all the way to the table as he shook his head.

“I don’t think we do. But we do have a fridge that gets hot on top. Do you want to try drying them that way? How much time do you have till your presentation?”

You checked your still-dry phone. (Yay Autobox.) “An hour and a half. If I had waited till my usual time instead of trying to be early I could have known to carry an umbrella.”

“Your boss can’t hold it against you for trying. Let me take those and get you a coffee. Cappuccino, right?” You barely had time to respond before he was off like a shot. He spun in place after a few steps. “Name’s Sami by the way.”

“Y/N.”

Half an hour later your presentation was dry but you hadn’t moved. You giggled as Sami’s hands flew through the air.

“The jazzy version of ‘Moves Like Jagger’ is definitely in my top five oddest songs I’ve heard in the shop.”

“Was it on someone’s phone?”

“No, just on some YouTube playlist one of us found. The rest was fine, just your usual jazz mix we play. This one had slowed down pop and classic rock songs mixed in. Your turn. Top three oddest phone calls to your office?”

You took a breath to tell the story, but it came out in a squeak as your phone buzzed. A tap of your thumb later you cursed under your breath. “Are you kidding me?”

“What?” Sami looked at you. “Did they move up the meeting? I didn’t make you late did I?”

“No, my boss is just…” You held up your phone in front of your face and read, “Hey, Y/N. Sorry I’m telling you late, but we decided last night to move this morning’s presentation to next week. Feel free to take today off, I’ll see you Monday.” Sami frowned as you tsk-ed. “Asshole.”

“Agreed. But do you know what else that means?”

“What?”

“That you can come out to lunch with me. That is… is… if you want to. I thought since we’d already had the coffee then a lunch date would be next. Unless you just want lunch. Doesn’t have to be a date; doesn’t have to be today. There’s a good place I like a few blocks away but I have a gift card and I could give it to you if you want to go by yourself sometime. If you want.” His cheeks had tinted a rosy pink and you held your cup close to you as his hands stopped mid-flight to clasp tightly in his lap.

“I… I’d like that.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Cool. Um… which part?”

“Mhmm!”

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Such a Tease

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Mutual teasing in public leads to an evening of continuing the teasing in private.

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Reader (Y/N), appearances by other WWE members

Warnings: alcohol consumption, SMUT, teasing (public and private), oral (both receiving)

Word Count: 1815

Note: I had half an idea… then Extreme Rules happened and people gif-ed the heck out the perfect moment. It’s my first Roman Reigns fic, so please let me know how what you thought of it with comments, reblogs, and likes. If you like my style, my requests are open, as well as my tag lists. 

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The group of people around the bar’s corner table erupted into laugher.

“Are you serious?” You asked.

“Yeah, we try each other’s moves all the time. It was just that one sparring session that went a little…” Dean whistled and circled a finger next to his head.

Jimmy gave him a gentle shove. “I wasn’t that bad. Anybody can superman-punch if you jump high enough.”

Naomi giggled. “Babe, I know you tried, but it was a little funny.” She giggled again when he frowned at her. It turned into a smile after she kissed his temple. He pulled her face up into a more serious kiss.

Dean poked Jimmy in the shoulder. “Oy, I thought we said no PDA. Nobody’s that drunk yet.”

“No, you said that.” Roman laughed at Dean’s sour face. “And I think it’s because your girl had to ditch you for the night.”

“Well,” you said with a grin, “someone has to work for a living around here, and it’s certainly not you boys.” You gave Naomi a high-five as the guys argued back. Even though she was on Smackdown and you were on Raw, being married to equally hot Samoans had its perks in the supportive women area.

“We work.” Dean crossed his arms, then grinned as a gleam lit his eyes. “Feisty Irish Finn is a job to take down, no matter what day of the week. Just ask Ro.” The group members groaned and begged him not to tell another embarrassing sparring story. But he was already off and it would be impossible to stop him. You considered paying the bartender to slip some tougher stuff into his drinks to knock him out faster.

Then you felt Roman’s hand slide up your thigh, warm and heavy. 

The amber bottle was cold and wet against your fingers as you lifted it for a drink. You let Roman slide his hand closer into the space between your legs, opening them wider. He began to rub over your zipper, pressing and moving till your heart was thundering in your ears.

When it became too much, you took a deep breath and set your face as if listening to Dean’s story.

Under the table, you laid your hand over Roman’s. He stopped moving, tossing you a smug side glance. You began to massage his middle finger. You swirled your thumb over the tip. Pressed gently on the knuckles. You grinned as Roman’s breathing became shallow. You lifted his hand off your heat and returned it to his own thigh. There may or may not have been a pause as you brushed against the bulge in his lap.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Naomi broke through the haze settling in your head. “You look a little flush.”

“I’m fine,” you chuckled, “I never could drink more than one beer.” You finished the bottle with one more swallow then pushed back from the table. “So I’m going to call it a night. Could you call me a cab, Ro?”

“I’ll do you one better than that. I was your ride after all.”

“No, stay. You need a break with your family.”

“They can get drunk well enough without me. See you guys later.” He waved off your further feigned apologies and led you to the car.

You were halfway home before he said anything.

“So. What was with the teasing back there? Were you trying to start something, little girl?”

“Um, if I remember correctly, you’re the one who reached into my lap first. Were you trying to start something, Big Dog?”

He snorted. “Maybe I was. Maybe I wasn’t.” Roman’s voice dropped an octave, “maybe, I was trying to make you cum in front of everybody.”

You gulped in a shallow lung-full of air. “What about Dean’s ‘No PDA’ rule? Shouldn’t that include teasing?”

Roman took your hand and placed it on his thigh. “I believe I made it clear I didn’t agree with that rule.” Your skin prickled with cold as he removed his hand to place it back on the wheel.

He wanted teasing? Fine. Then you would give him teasing.

You took your hand back and pulled down the zipper of your jeans. With a sigh, you shoved them down your legs. Roman growled and shifted in his seat, but you kept working on yourself. The simple cotton panties were already soaked through. You dipped your fingers under the band and slid one in between your lips. A moan escaped you as the slick helped fuel the arousal growing between your legs. You continued stroking yourself as Roman pressed harder on the gas pedal.

The car squealed into the garage. The door wasn’t even all the way down before he snatched your hand out of your panties and held it in front of his face. He watched as your slick ran down your fingers into your palm. His eyes darted to yours then smiled. You clenched your thighs together at the warning face of the man who loved to eat you alive. Roman stroked your wrist with his thumb, then flattened his tongue against your palm to lap up your juices. Usually, that wasn’t your thing, but damn his tongue was so big. A few moments later he dragged you from the car and hoisted you over his shoulder.

Your feet didn’t touch the ground again till he slammed the door shut to the master bedroom and pinned you against it. He nipped his way across your collarbone all the while kneading your ass. Then your clothes began to disappear. First, he slid his hands up the curve of your ass and under your shirt till it flew across the room. He pushed the fabric of your panties over your hips so they could fall to the floor. Then, while you worked on unhooking his belt, he toyed with the clasp on your bra.

“Roman, please,” you gasped between kisses and pushing your chest forward. He finally popped it and slid the straps down your arms. You pushed both his jeans and his boxers down his legs; the sight of him made you lick your lips. Again, he hoisted you into the air but carried you bridal style. He dropped your legs before sitting on the bed and laying back, alone. Roman wiggled his hips till you took the hint.

You leaned over to run your hands up his thick thighs. Focus. You’d have to ride those another night. His length gave a jolt as you ran your tongue from his balls to the tip. His hips may have jumped too, but you were too focused on swirling your mouth around the tip to remember. Relaxing your throat, you began to bob your head up and down, taking him deeper into your mouth with each pass. Finally, you reached the point where he bumped the back of your throat. Roman let out a guttural cry and buried his fingers in your hair. He guided you up and down his length as you hungrily licked the underside on your way. He began shuddering when you used your hand to stroke the inside of his thigh.

“Y/N… you gotta back off… or I’m not gon… gonna last long.” You watched as he fell back from watching you. His eyes rolled under his fluttering eyelids. You took mercy on him, but just barely. You sucked hard on your way off his shaft. There was a satisfying pop, and then you crawled up to lay next to him. You rested your hand on his chest as it rose and fell with his gasps for air. Once he caught his breath, Roman wove his fingers with yours.

You squealed as he pushed you further up the bed into the pillows. He caged your body beneath his; a cage of pure muscle and tattoo. The memory of how you had gotten into this position bubbled up, making you giggle. You took the chance in Roman’s confused face to grip his length in your hand and twist it like you twisted his finger back at the bar.

“My turn,” he growled.

Anything leading up to this point suggested that Roman would have teased his cock at your entrance for a few moments, maybe thrust slowly a few times, and then pounded you into the mattress. Instead, you found yourself flipped over to sit on his stomach with his cock caught between your pussy and his chest. Your hips were trapped in his large warm hands; you were not going to be allowed to control the pace. He grinned at you, then began to slide you back and forth across his length, slicking it with your arousal. No matter how much you moaned and pleaded, Roman kept the pace steady till you were a quivering mess and droopingly supporting yourself on his shoulders.

He pushed you back towards his legs one more time, then helped you to your knees so he could guide his cock into you. You wanted to sink in one go, to feel the perfect burn of his girth, but he squeezed bruises into your skin as he controlled how quickly you sank onto him. Once he was balls deep, Roman held you tight, keeping you from raising back up. Everything felt more intense as your walls fluttered around him.

“Move, Roman, please,” you begged.

“Uh-uh. I thought you might want to sit here for a minute. Just feel me inside you, filling you up. You feel so good… so perfect like this, baby. So… gah.” He shuddered underneath you as you clamped around him. “Naughty,” he warned.

“Please, Ro, I won’t tease you again.” You brushed your hair out of your eyes to see his bemused expression. “Unless you want me to.”

“Maybe later. Now let’s get you filled up with something else, hmm?”

You screamed as he pulled you almost completely off him before impaling you once again. Over and over again he thrust and pulled you down onto him hard. Jumbled expletives mixed with his name fell from your lips as he brought you quickly to the edge of orgasm.

“You gonna come so quickly, baby? So good for me. Come on, cum for me.” Roman reached over and rubbed his thumb in narrow circles over your clit. You tumbled onto his chest as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through you. His guttural moan sounded far away as his cum filled you after one last faltering thrust.

He rubbed your back till the waves stopped hitting you so hard and started simmering down to pleasurable swells. He pulled you off and left you sprawled across the sheets. You heard the water running in the bathroom, then he came back with a warm towel and a glass of water. He helped you sit up after cleaning you off, taking the glass when it was empty. Once you had snuggled under the sheets, he curled you into his chest. You were both out like a light within a few content breaths.

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Hey Bartender

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Sometimes a hero doesn’t have to dodge bullets or round up a gang of thugs. Sometimes a hero is just a good listener.

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Drinking (alcohol, with minimal control)

Word Count: 800+

Note: I had the Lady Antebellum song stuck in my head, and this came out. It kinda inspired the fic, but it does not make an appearance. Please enjoy and let me know how you like it by commenting, liking, and/or reblogging. My requests and tag lists are open! 

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The shot glass clattered and rolled until you were able to catch it and flip it over. Your vision wasn’t blurry yet, but there were still two to go.

A loud voice cut through the din of the crowded bar. “If you weren’t alone, I’d say you were having a party.” A man that you had never seen before in your life sat on the stool next to you. Tall blonde, with a smile too big for his small face. Asshole. “What are we celebrating?”

“Nothing,” you said, shooting back the second glass. “I’m not interested, I’m not going home with you, and you’re not going home with me. Douchebags who hit on women who obviously want to be alone are not my type. So back off.” You swallowed the third glass with a shudder as the man left. He muttered a list of profane nicknames for you till he was distracted by a bachelorette party. You flipped the glasses back over for a refill and waved down the bar. “Hey, bartender. Another trio, please.”

He hesitated with a worried look. “Do you want to try a stiffer drink? Something you can take slow?”

“I don’t want slow. Slow is not the way of the world, so I’ve finally learned. Thanks anyway.”

“There’s a story there. Why don’t you tell me?” He looked about as tired as you felt. It seemed he had his own restless night. Often, by the darkness of the shadows under his eyes.

“Why should I tell you? You probably hear a hundred sob stories a shift.”

He chuckled. “I do. But that doesn’t make them any less real or painful to the storyteller. How about we make a deal? I get off in ten. You tell me your story, and I ask my replacement to whip you up the drink you need to lay you out quick. Sound good?” When you hesitated, he added the perfect stipulation to push the deal over. “And the drink will be on the house.”

“Sure. See you in ten.”

He nodded and turned to walk away, but came back in a second. “My name’s Richard by the way. But my friends call me Dick.”

“Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you.”

You watched him work for this next ten minutes like he was a Nascar race. He moved quickly enough for it. He flirted his way up and down the bar with whomever he liked, and quickly served those he didn’t. If someone was being annoying about getting another round, he ignored them. One guy figured it out and waited patiently till Dick got to him. Other drunken deadbeats had to wait until his replacement showed up.

“Let’s sit in the corner booth,” he said after collecting his tips. “It’s quieter and we won’t be disturbed.” He grabbed a pitcher of water and two glasses, then led the way. He sat close enough to hear you, but far enough away to not intrude on your space.

“What about my drink?”

“You need to hydrate first,” he said, pouring you a glass. “Besides, I won’t know what you need till I hear your story.”

He was a good listener. He nodded and hummed in all the right places. His brow would furrow when he was supposed to be angry, and he would mirror your profanities. Other than that, he didn’t say a word as you poured out your life’s story. Maybe it was the booze or the late hour, but you told him things you never dared to say out loud. Even to yourself. Every dream shattered, every crack in your heart, every tearful fear for the future.

You hadn’t realized you were crying until he reached up and smoothed a tear away with his thumb. Next thing you knew, you were running your fingers over his lips, wondering what they would taste like. With a snap, you pulled them back.

“I’m sorry. The shots finally kicked in.”

“It’s alright, Y/N. Do you mind if I call you a cab?”

When it pulled up to the curb, Dick held the door open and waited for you to get in. The alcohol swirling in your blood gave you another kick of courage.

“Do you want to come with?”

Dick blushed. “Not this time. The next time you come in ready to drink away a rough time, we can skip the booze. Right now you need to sleep.”

“Thanks, Dick.” You moved to sit down, bur popped back up. “Hey, I didn’t get that special drink.”

“I’ll hold it on your tab as the Grayson special. I’ll make myself the next time you come in. Bad day or not. I promise.”

That man is a hero. And gorgeous to boot. As the cab pulled away, you saw him continue to watch the cab until it rounded a corner. Yeah. You would be back. After a bartender prescribed sleep.

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An Alliance

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When you are paired up with Kevin Owens for a crack-match, Finn is smuggled in to have your back.

Pairing: Finn Balor x Reader

Warnings: language, wrestling violence, fluff

Word Count: 1860+

Note: This came out of nowhere. So did the fluff. Sorry (not sorry) about the cheesy bits. Please let me know how you liked it by commenting (even if it’s just asvdgfbghuj), liking and/or reblogging. My requests and tag lists are open!

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As you walked down the back corridor, you saw Xavier Woods poke his head around the corner in front of you. He ran the other way. You could hear his whispers bouncing off the cinderblock walls, “she’s coming.” You picked up your pace. If there was a prank headed your way you wanted to outrun him.

In the lounge area, The New Day was circled around something.

“You’re too late. I’m already here,” you started.

Kofi glanced up at you and said into the circle, “but she’s teamed up with Kevin Owens tonight.”

You heard a growl. Then Finn pushed the others away.

“You’re what?!”

“Finn? What are you doing here?” What was he doing here? You were moved to Smackdown during the shake-up, despite your teaming up with the Demon King.

“They kidnapped me after Raw last night for what turned out to be a good reason. But I asked you first. Why are you teamed up with Owens?” His voice wasn’t dangerous yet, but it was getting there. You were slowly learning his various tones in a relationship you had mostly been able to keep from the fans.

“Becky Lynch and I aren’t the best of friends at the moment, and she’s teamed up with Styles… who hates Owens. Shane wanted a co-ed match… and I got shanghaied into it. Looks like there’s been a lot of that around here of late.” You shot a look at the trio, reminding them that they were still in trouble. Xavier stepped forward.

“We thought you could use some extra back-up. Owens has a history of turning on his partners, even ones who thought they were his friend.”

“I suffer from so such illusion.” You turned back to Finn, who was looking at you with a hard look on his face.

“He’s a snake.”

“Technically, ‘Viper’ Orton is the snake,” you chuckled. “Either way, I’ve got this.” You groaned as Finn clenched his jaw. “You’re not leaving till after my match, are you?”

“No, Y/N.” He held up a hand to stop you from talking. “I know you can handle yourself, but I’m going to have your back the second Owens turns on you. Deal?”

“Only if you promise not to interfere unless absolutely necessary. If you do it too soon and get the match disqualified, I’ll have to team up with him again. As for you three… you can’t do anything either. If anything, I don’t want to see you guys by the ring at all.” You sighed. “You could have just called Sami. He knows Finn would kill him if anything were to happen to me. Even if he is busy dealing with Baron again.”

“Now he can focus,” Finn said. He pulled you close and kissed your temple.

“And promise you’ll keep out of sight. You’ve got a lot of enemies here, too.”

“Promise.”

You stayed on the stage as your music morphed into Finn’s. AJ and Becky were livid, and Kevin didn’t look so happy either. It didn’t matter if they approved or not. For all you said earlier, it felt good to know Finn was watching your back.

He emerged from the smoke a few seconds later. The crowd erupted as he took your hand and walked with you down to the ring.

“I still don’t like the idea of this alliance,” he whispered.

“It is not an alliance. It’s… business.”

Finn gave your hand a tight squeeze before holding the ropes open for you. He dropped to the floor and backed off like you asked him too. Hopefully, you wouldn’t have to risk any management backlash if he did have to get involved.

The bell rang, starting the match.

Kevin ducked under the ropes to let you fight first. AJ backed away with a smile, which Becky mirrored as she walked towards you. The two of you exchanged fists and slaps to each other’s chests till you staggered back. Already your breath was coming out in short bursts.

“Come on, Y/N!” you heard from ringside. Finn continued to shout encouragement and shot up a ‘too sweet.’ You took his words to heart and surged forward, chasing Becky to an open corner. You jumped up on the ropes. The crowd counted the blows you rained on her to ten before you jumped back. You couldn’t help but grin as she sagged on her feet. She cried out in alarm as you pulled her from the corner, feigning a slingshot. Instead, you jumped up and kicked her in the chest. Becky bounced off the ropes and sent you to the canvas with a clothesline.

By the time you got to your feet, she had tagged in AJ. He sauntered into the ring, waiting for you to tag in Kevin. His eyebrows shot up as you stayed put and raised your fists. He looked past you and you followed his gaze. Kevin was angrily straining against the ropes, arm outstretched and ready for a tag.

A tag you denied him.

Instead, you jumped to roundhouse AJ in the face. He staggered back with a growl, then ran at you. A light breeze blew over you as he swung and missed. You hit the deck and rolled out of the way of a kick. If he caught you, the match would be over too soon. In rolling, you accidentally found yourself in your own corner and felt a slap on your shoulder as Kevin tagged himself in. He and AJ had at it while Finn came to stand by your feet.

“You really do have this under control, don’t you?” he called up to you.

“Was there any doubt?” You grinned at him but had to break away as AJ kicked Kevin into the corner, almost knocking you off the edge. You took the chance to tag yourself in and leaped over the ropes, nailing AJ in the chest.

He went flying towards the middle of the ring. He scrambled to his corner after he landed, and tagged in Becky again. She entered quickly but danced around the ring. She pulled back for a strike, then retreated while looking past your shoulder.

“Y/N, watch your six!” Finn shouted.

You turned just in time to see the fist coming, and to take evasive action. Kevin stumbled when the punch collided with nothing but air. He looked up at you, then glanced at AJ and Becky on the other side of the ring.

“Give us a moment, please,” you asked the opposing team. Then you launched the hardest hit you could muster into Kevin’s jaw. He spun with the hit and landed on the canvas hard, making it bounce before he rolled under the ropes. You turned back to AJ and Becky and raised your fists. “Guess I’m on my own now.”

Becky jumped back in. You met her in a headlock before she shoved you down into the canvas. From the corner of your eye, you saw Kevin stand on the outside of the ropes. Becky fell on top of you for the pin, but you twisted and trapped her feet above her.

The crowd counted with the ref, “One! Two! Three!”

You released her and let the ref raise your hand. He reached back to pull in Kevin as Becky and AJ rolled out of the ring. Kevin refused to let his hand be raised and moved to stand with them outside the ring. The ref left quickly. Finn was by your side in an instant, ready for any tricks.

Then the arena swelled with a mix of cheers and boos.

“It was a trap,” you murmured, feeling your blood run cold.

All around the stadium, the heels of Smackdown started to make their way to the ring. A few faces too that had bad blood with Finn or you, or both. They each found a spot in the growing circle around the ring but didn’t move to get in.

Finn pressed his back against yours. You could feel the adrenaline flowing off him.

Your heart leaped in your chest as Sami began to make his way down the ramp. At least there would be three of you.

He slowed as he neared the circle; Randy and Naomi stepped away to let him through. Finn met him at the ropes, but Sami didn’t step in. Low words were exchanged. Finn’s shoulders tensed. They shook hands. Then Sami jumped back to the floor and joined the circle, sending a collective gasp through the crowd. Finn quickly backed up to you again as Sami received a mic.

“Any last words, Demon King?” He grinned as a few people chuckled. The arena was silent as he tossed the mic towards Finn’s feet.

You wanted to kick it away, but Finn swept it up off the canvas. He nodded at Sami, who had a huge knowing grin on his face, and turned to face you, holding the mic between you.

“Y/N, we haven’t been together long, but I knew from the first moment I met you…” Finn ran his hand through his hair. “I… we… oops. This is not going anywhere near as planned.”

What was he doing? Smackdown’s roster wasn’t going to kill you. Even the heavy amount of bruising and imminent internal injuries wasn’t worth this speech.

“I’ll try again. Before I met you, I found it difficult keeping Balor fully at bay. I would lose control and put myself and my teammates’ lives at risk. You brought a calm with you, Y/N. Then my heart began to wonder, ‘why is Y/N so perfect?’ The way you laugh and smile in and outside of the ring glows all around you every day. I could study the stars for their entire existence and never find a light as perfect as yours.”

Your heart thundered in your chest. What the hell was he doing?

“That leaves me with just one more question for the rest of eternity.”

Finn sank to one knee and your heart stopped.

“Y/N Y/L/N, would you grant me the greatest honor of being my wife?” Finn dropped the mic and held up a small black velvet box. He popped the cover to reveal a red diamond ringed in tiny pearls. His grandmother’s ring.

Your hands flew to cover your mouth, muffling “you bastard!” Finn smiled and stood as you shook your head yes. He slid the ring on your finger and held you close.

“You better watch your language, love,” he murmured into your hair, “that’s your future mother-in-law you’re insulting.”

As he spun you around, you saw familiar faces from Raw hidden in the cheering crowd. Your whole family was there while you held your whole world in your arms.

“How’d you sneak in the ring?”

“Sami gave it to me just now.”

“The kidnapping?”

“A ruse to explain why I was on Smackdown. Though I was ready to have your back against Kevin.”

You laughed through the tears beginning to blur your vision. “So we don’t have to fight everyone?”

Finn set you down and stepped back. “Not unless you really want too.”

You covered up his smug smile with a kiss that was to be the first of many.

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He Needs Me

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Jason tries to persuade Y/N from moving out of their apartment.

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Angst, swearing, heart pain

Word Count: 1100+

Note: I had a bad day. Didn’t feel like writing fluff to make it better.

You were packing when the door slammed. You didn’t turn to look at him. Just keep packing. Roll the t-shirts. Fold the pants.

“What is this?” Jason asked, voice cold and hurt. You ignored the slip of paper crumpled in his fist.

“Goodbye.”

“Why?”

He met you at the dresser, but you had just finished emptying it. Jason braced himself against it as you moved onto the closet and filling your duffel. Your mind swam with everything you wanted to tell him. He poured out questions.

“Is it the missions? The going out every night? The danger? What?”

You took a deep breath to keep your voice level. Even then it wavered towards the end. “No. I knew all about that months ago. I want to know where you’re going, who you’re fighting. I want to be home base, not just a warm body to hold after a winter patrol.” Another deep breath. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. “I said as much in the letter.”

He reached out to catch your arm as you walked past, but you jumped away as if his fingers would brand you.

“Y/N, please. Just… sit down, so we can talk about this.”

“Now you want to talk?” You threw the clothes onto the bed and spun to face him. “You are too tired at night to talk. Asleep in the morning when I make breakfast. Gone on patrol before I finish. Then you sit on rooftops all day hacked into the Batman’s coms for something to do. There is no room to breathe around you, Jason!”

“No, you know that is not the whole truth” Jason held up a hand and then pointed at you. “I know what you’re going to say next. We have discussed that. At length. I’m not pulling you into this any more than I already have.”

“Bullshit. You’ve told me before I’m as good a hacker as Dick. I’ve held my own against Damian in sparring, something even you have trouble doing. And I’m still human enough to see the big picture when you or Bruce can’t. If you guys are even talking to one another.”

Jason rushed forward and gripped your shoulders. “That’s what I’m worried about. I don’t want you to lose that. Not like I have.”

Don’t you do it. Not the face. I refuse to just bend because you pull the face. Don’t you dare?

With a sigh, his shoulders slumped. His hands slid down your arms till he could hold your hands in his. It could be the hottest summer on record and his would feel like ice. You looked out the window, at your suitcase, at the empty dresser and closet. But he tilted up your chin so he could look into your eyes. So you squeezed them shut.

He chuckled under his breath, “and I’m the stubborn one.” He rubbed thumb across the side of your cheek. “Please open your eyes, Y/N.”

No. No. No. No. No.

You cracked them just enough to satisfy him, but it was enough to get pulled into his. How deep they were. How much the toll of death and missions had taken out of him over the years. They were the eyes of a soldier who’s seen too much. Broken.

“I don’t want you to get hurt, or killed, or…” he started. You let him squeeze your hands while he worked out the words. “I don’t want you to lose that spark of life in your eyes. The way you smile when it rains. How you grumble under your breath when people walk slowly in the park or at the grocery. The way you hum pleasantly in your sleep. You are perfect, Y/N. I can’t risk destroying you.”

You ripped your hands out of his.

“And how destroyed will I be the night you don’t come back? I don’t want to be in the field with you, Jason! I want to have your back from here. You won’t let Dick or Bruce in, why not me? I want to be able to talk with you during a patrol. I want to hear you laugh as you bring justice to this God forsaken city. I want to be here to patch you up so you don’t have to do it in an alley somewhere before you come home.”

“I’m a different man out there, Y/N.” Jason stepped back from you, voice low and different than anything you heard from him before. “I’m harder. Cruel. You might hear a man on coms that you’ve never met before. I know you. You hold the weight of the world on your shoulders when you can’t help your elderly neighbor bring her groceries up the stairs. You are too kind and bright to listen to me at my darkest.” He clenched and unclenched his fists till his voice cracked back to normal. “I don’t bring it home because I need the light you have. I need the reminder that humanity is good. If you see the depravity like I do, I won’t be able to claw our way out.”

He needs me. Oh God, help me. He needs me. I can’t stay. I can’t keep living like this. But he needs me. I’m going to worry about him no matter what apartment I live in. Distance might help. But he needs me. If we can’t be broken together, then he can be broken by himself, like he was before. But he needs me. I pulled him back from that edge.

He needs me. He needs me. He needs me.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket. The taxi was here to drive you to your new place across town.

“The taxi’s here, isn’t it?”

You nodded.

“Across town?”

“What makes you think I’m staying in this city? I’ve got college friends in Star City.”

You could feel him shifting his focus between the phone and your face. You were worried he would call your bluff.

“Please don’t go.”

He needs me.

But I don’t need him.

“I have to go.” You quickly zipped the cases shut and stacked them to leave in one trip. You didn’t look back all the way down the hall, or down the stairs, or shoving the suitcases into the trunk of the taxi. But you took one last look before getting in.

He was standing in the window. Blinds parted. Like he’d done when you moved in. He kissed two of his fingers and pressed them to the glass. You didn’t kiss back. You didn’t look back as the taxi drove away.

I don’t need him. I don’t need him. I don’t need him.

Right?


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Dirty Lips

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When Y/N introduces a swear jar to the team, Steve takes it upon himself to fill it all by himself.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing, dirty talk, smut, oral (Male receiving), begging, name calling

Word Count: ~1700

Note: Trying something new. Let me know how you like it by commenting, liking, and reblogging. And my requests are open!

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Natasha giggled when she walked into the room and saw you surrounded by craft supplies. “How’s the project going?”

“Fine,” you answered, focusing on measuring a length of ribbon. “It’s almost done.” With a flick of your wrist, you wrapped it around the jar you painted and tied it into a bow. “There.” You marched into the common room where the rest of the team was relaxing after dinner.

Well. “Relaxing” is relative. Clint and Thor were engrossed in a video game while Tony was “upgrading” their VR system. Rhodey was watching him and shaking his head, hiding a tool behind his back. Banner sat in a corner reading. Sam and Bucky were laughing with Steve over stories.

Wanda looked up from her conversation with Vision and grinned. “What do you have there, Y/N?”

Natasha answered for you. “A swear jar.”

All activity in the room ceased. Your cheeks warmed up as the team looked between you and the bright pink jar with purple ribbon.

“Aw, come on! We’ll all be broke before we get through a mission,” Clint whined. He wasn’t actually that bad unless Tony did something incredibly annoying. Which was often.

“There are options. I’m still making up the list, but common words are twenty-five cents, bad ones are fifty, and really bad ones are a dollar. Alternately, you can keep a subscription for two dollars a day and continue as you do. If you feel like you are starting to swear less, due to cost, then you can cancel and pay as needed. Proceeds will be donated to a center voted on by the team. The idea is to calm the language down enough so you don’t have to work hard not to cuss during interviews and debriefings to governmental officials.”

“Some of those bastards need to hear it,” Tony mumbled.

“That will be fifty cents, Mr. Stark.”

Steve coughed to keep from laughing. At the same time, he made eye contact with you and motioned you to the bar. You left Nat to deal with Tony and collect the first installment to the jar. Steve leaned against the bar, watching as you started to sway your hips a little more. His tongue darted out to wet his lips before he brought his attention back to your eyes.

“And what kind of walk was that, Agent Y/L/N?”

You hooked a finger into one of his belt loops, using it to pull yourself closer to him. “The right kind I hope.” You bit your bottom lip as Steve arched his eyebrow. A giggle escaped as he slid an arm around your waist and led you to the elevator. He descended on your lips as soon as the doors closed.

“Do I… still have… to… pay… after we have… sex?” he asked between breaths.

“Yes.” You knew what was coming. In front of the team, he barely let anything slip. In the bedroom… maybe starting a jar just for the two of you wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Date night funding.

You squealed as Steve hoisted you over his shoulder to carry you to his room. He locked the door behind him before dropping you on the bed. You laughed as you bounced. He pulled off his shirt and dropped his jeans before crawling over you. Cool air hit your skin as he dragged your top over your head and then pulled down your sweatpants. You failed to hide a smirk as he gasped at the sight of your matching red lacy set. It was no coincidence that you’d finished the jar today.

“Fuck.”

“That will be fifty cents.”

“Like hell it will.” Steve leaned down closer to your face, stopping just before your noses touched. “I plan to fill that jar in one night. But first, how about I fill that smart mouth of yours?” You nodded and wiggled your way to sit up against the headboard. Steve followed you after kicking off his boxers. With the way his length bobbed in front of your face, you weren’t sure if your face or sex felt more flushed. You reached out, but he caught your wrists and held them as he braced himself on the headboard. “Open,” he commanded.

You parted your lips and stuck out your tongue. A soft sigh bubbled up as you wrapped your lips around his cock. You twirled your tongue over and under his head, relishing in the taste of him and his precum.

“Such a good little cock whore, aren’t you Y/N?”

You answered by pulling him further down your throat. You bobbed up and down, going further and further till he bumped the back of your throat. Steve growled and clenched everything to keep from thrusting into your mouth. The game began anew of who could hold out the longest. With your hands above your head, you couldn’t relieve any of the pressure building between your legs. Steve muttered incoherent sounds above you as he took the full brunt of you hollowing and sucking your cheeks. It was new, but you tried swallowing more of him. Tears squeezed out of the corners of your eyes as he sank further down your throat.

“Fuck and shit, Y/N.” Steve maneuvered to hold both your wrists with one hand while the other flew to the back of your head. His fingers wove into your hair and protected you from slamming your head back as he began to face fuck you. A string of curses rained down, mingling with the sound of you gagging and trying to breathe through your nose. You took a split second before he thrust into your throat to curl your tongue under where his vein would slide against it. He gave a shout as he rolled his hips. “Neat trick,” he rasped. Steve pulled out as you kept your lips tight around him. You slurped the spittle that dangled from your lips, leaning into his chest as he sat back.

Steve rubbed the slight ache out of your shoulders before laying you into the pillows. He ran a finger up the outside of your panties, chuckling as he pulled it up to eye level to show you how slick it was.

“I’m going to sink right into that tight cunt, aren’t I?”

“Yes, Steve,” you moaned, “want to feel you deep in me.”

He rumbled in the back of his throat before pulling your panties down your legs. He nodded towards you and you arched to reach back to undo your bra. His lips latched onto a free nipple, tugging on it till you were squirming and clawing his back.

“Please, Steve.”

“Please, what?” He kissed between the swell of your breasts and moved on to the other one.

“No more teasing. Just fuck me, Steve.”

“What if I like playing with you?” He reached down and played his tip at your entrance, coating it in your juices. “I like the way you beg and squirm. Might have you do that all night.” His eyes, darkened blue with desire, watched as you mewled and pleaded with him. “So what if I give you my cock? I could edge you for hours till you are completely undone and ready to fly apart at the slightest touch on your clit.” Steve grabbed your wrists, keeping you from wrapping your hands around his length. “Talk to me, Y/N. Use those dirty lips to tell me what you want.”

Your blood pounded in your ears. Your breath hitched as he leaned down and blew hot air onto your neck.

“I’m waiting, Y/N. And I’ve got all fucking night.” You cried out as he mouthed over your shoulder and back to the hollow of your throat.

“Fuck me till I won’t be able to walk tomorrow, Steve. Give me your cock. Hard and fast, or slow and as torturous as you like. Just please give it to me!”

You gasped as he began to sink into you an inch at a time.

“Needy little whore, aren’t you?” Steve released your hands, allowing you to wrap your arms around his waist.

“Yes. So needy. Such a whore.” You scrambled to feel every inch of his skin as he finally bottomed out.

“Gah. So tight.”

He didn’t say anything else coherent for the rest of the night.

The slow and torturous route was his favorite, and arguably yours as well. In and out felt as one, more intense than chasing an orgasm. It also forced you to find something to focus on. Your mind reeled as everything flooded your senses. The stretch of Steve; ready as you were, he always burned pleasantly just within the side of pain. His scent, rich and overwhelming. The way his chest would rub against your nipples, pecs pressed into your breasts as you bounced on his cock. Through your lidded eyes, you could see how his skin glistened, and how his hair stuck out in odd places. His face taunt with focus, and his arms bulging on either side of your head.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper in you. His hips jackhammered into yours as his pace picked up, but just barely. You were close what felt like hours ago, but now everything burned and threatened to explode.

“Let go, Steve,” you whispered. “Please.”

He shouted hoarsely before resting his forehead on yours. He slammed into you, pushing you over the edge. Steve’s eyes snapped open as you clamped around him, watching you fall apart. His hips jerked as he spilled into you. Together you rode out the high. The air filled with heavy breathing and soft groans as he pulled out and fell to one side.

You were almost asleep when he whispered, “how much do I owe the jar?” He chuckled when you hummed non-responsively. “Would a twenty be enough?”

One snarky comment after another come to you. I probably owe ten myself. You might want to try closer to forty. In quarters or in bills?

You chose, “depends. Are you going to try to pay some of that debt in the morning?”

He pulled you back into his chest and murmured into your hair, “Y/N, abso-fucking-lutly.”

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Mistlefoe

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Y/N gets fed up with Dick Grayson hiding mistletoe all over the manor, and suggests an alternate activity.

Pairing: Reader x Dick Grayson

Word Count: 1000+

Warnings: snark, sparring violence, implied smut

Note: I wrote this in thirty minutes. (Should that be a warning? Probably) Anyway, enjoy.

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You were sure this was not what Bruce trained him for. The ninja-like skills were for apprehending criminals, not for lying-in-wait to kiss you the second you stepped under a cluster of mistletoe. Where was he getting it all anyways?

“Oh look, mistletoe!” he said for the hundredth time that day before pecking you on the nose.

You grunted and kept walking. The kitchen was just a few steps away. Maybe being around the rest of the team would squelch his festive PDA.

“Y/N, look o-,“ Cassandra flinched as Dick somehow appeared from the ceiling and kissed you upside-down. It lasted longer than usual, and you found yourself leaning into him. He pulled away, and grinned.

“Your lips taste wonderful,” he whispered. As annoyed as you were, he could be sweet. You covered up your blush with a frown, feigning irritation as he flipped down to walk with you. You pushed him away, but winked at Cassandra.

“If you keep hiding mistletoe everywhere,” you said, slumping into a chair, “I’m going to deck your halls.” Cassandra high-fived you and passed a plate of holiday cookies before leaving the kitchen.

Dick braced himself on the tale and slapped a hand over his heart in ‘shock.’ “Well that’s not very festive of you.”

“And mistle-bombing me is?”

“What, have you been having trouble catching your breath?” he looked down at you, the angle just deep enough to give his eyes that dark shade that made your desire pool.

“Hardly. I figured you were the one out of breath, trying to replace all the sprigs I keep burning.”

“Shame on you.”

You shrugged. “If you weren’t being such a dick about the whole thing, I might even like it.” Then you had a thought.

“What?” Dick stepped back and squinted at you. “I know that face. It’s usually means something brilliant, but painful. What’s on your mind?”

You sat back, nibbling on your cookie while you solidified the idea. “How would you like to earn unlimited kisses for the season?” No matter how much he tried to hide his excitement, he had a tell. “Meet me in the training room in fifteen.” You grabbed the sprig hanging over the door and started down the hall. “Fifteen minutes, Dick.”

By the time he showed, you were ready. The uniform was a development, but not altogether a surprise. He knew you liked him in uniform.

“So. What are the rules?” he asked, surveying your work. You had set up eight poles around the mat. The four on the corners had mistletoe hanging from them, and the four in between had Christmas ornaments.

“If you can spare me to any of the corners, you get a point and a kiss. If I spare you to any of the ornaments, I get a point. First one to five wins. If I win, then you can only use the mistletoe I’ll set up in the door leading in and out of the Batcave till January the first. If you win, unlikely, then you can kiss me whenever till Valentine’s.”

“You’re going to suffer too, sweetheart, if you win.”

“I didn’t say that I couldn’t kiss you, only that you can’t start anything except under that cluster.”

“Fine.”

“Then let’s begin.”

Dick followed you to the middle of the mat, twirling his Eskrima sticks. You unsheathed your twin Sai and readied your stance: left arm and leg outstretched, right arm across your chest. Nightwing readied his: knees slightly bent, arms pulled back with his sticks pointing to the floor. For a moment, neither of you moved. Any twitch would give your first move away, so you kept your breathing slow and your muscles relaxed.

Nightwing moved first, simply swinging his sticks up so he could bring them down on your head. He should know better. You stepped to the side and caught his wrists together in one sai, and his forearm in another. With a quick twist, you had him on the floor under an ornament. With slight pressure, he was tapping the floor, sticks forgotten.

“Well that was quick,” you smirked.

“Oi, you’ve got four more points before you can say that.” He stood up, rubbing where you pinned him.

“If you keep losing, it won’t be long.”

You tossed him one of your Sai. He used the stance you had before, but with the Sai in his right hand. Your stance stayed the same, but moved the Sai to your right and held it back like when drawing a bow. You lunged, aiming to pin his shoulder. But he stepped in quick. Before you could bring your arm down, Nightwing had you squeezed between the Sai and him. A few steps of struggle later and he chuckled. You looked up in time to see the green and white plant just before he descended onto your lips. He left you breathless in a way you couldn’t hide, and kept any sassy remarks to himself.

Once again you stood in the middle. You were weaponless as you had dropped yours during the kiss. Nightwing still had the other one, but he tossed it away. You both put your hands up, ready for a proper sparing match. But you were finding it hard to focus. With his arms up like that, his biceps strained against the fabric. You watched as he stepped closer and moved out of the way, but tripped over his support leg causing him to tumble down with you. You rolled to keep yourself on top, pinning him with you knee hovering above his groin.

“There’s no need for pressure there. Bad form, Y/N.”

“I thought you liked my form?” You helped him stand, but stayed close. Your hand palmed the swelling beneath his uniform. “Besides, the only pressure there is your own.”

Nightwing let out a shuddering breath, then hoisted you over his shoulder. You grabbed his waist the best you could, but he kept your legs to his chest so you couldn’t flip him. He walked past the edge of the mat, then gave a lighthearted slap to your ass.

You shrieked. “You haven’t made it to five points yet? Is this your surrender?”

“Nope. But it won’t take two seconds to hang ornaments and mistletoe on my bedposts. If we even get that far.”

“Cheeky,” you laughed, smacking the glorius maximus bouncing next to your face.

He flipped you in the air to carry you bridal style down the hall. He brought his face close to yours till your noses touched.

“We’ll get down to that eventually.”

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